Chapter 1804 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep14

• Shay's meeting with the Huntress was in the same place it always was: a shithole far from anyone's eye. This time, it was a warehouse near the docks. Years past its usefulness, the dilapidated structure yet to be torn down for one reason or another. A hole in the roof provided the interior's only source of illumination, the remnants of the morning's downpour dribbling in like tardy students after the bell. As he entered the pool of sunlight, a dollop of lukewarm water slapped his forehead, making him wince and wiped it off with his sleeve.
• He wore dark and earthen rags, as authentic a beggar's costume as he could manage with half an hour's Weaving. He could make anything with his gift, but that didn't mean a good disguise was quick. Or easy. You didn't just throw on clothes that made you look like you hadn't slept under a roof that was your own in your life. They needed to be carefully sculpted, altered, aged and weathered. Even in the threadbare patches around where his limbs pulled at the fabric, his arcane craftsmanship showed through.
• The rotted floorboards beneath his feet creaked with every shift of his weight. He was a slight man, wiry in build and light of stride, but he still maintained care. Better assume the wood was not making idle threats. He made his way to the back, round a rotting dividing wall, when he saw his handler.